The Dream

All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,Defending of the bliss I strove to take;Raising my rapture by her kind delay,Her force so charming was and weak.The soft resistance did betray the grant,While I pressed on the heaven of my desires;Her rising breasts with nimbler motions pant;Her dying eyes assume new fires.Now to the height of languishment she grows,And still her looks new charms put on;– Now the last mystery of Love she knows,We sigh, and kiss: I waked, and all was done.